Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Yahweh, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
2 Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” (Selah)
3 And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
I cry to Yahweh with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for Yahweh sustains me.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
7 Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies [on] the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
Arise, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
Salvation belongs to Yahweh. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
